Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 207

Author:

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

GAS CHAMBER

For years I have not inhaled fresh air-

poisonous gases and dust particles have polluted my lungs,

my blood and tissues have become toxic.

Due to illegal activities of the ultra-modern robots

this beautiful heaven has turned into a gas chamber.

Here we are all Hitler

but we are not killing the Jews,

we are killing ourselves and our next generations-

the entire human race.

Inside the gas chamber I am deteriorating.

I am determined to inhale fresh air-

I will raise my wings to fly to reach the heaven above,

there I will take bath in fresh nectar to rejuvenate myself.

MG Singh emge from Singapore on April 18, 2021:

Nice poem with the analogy of Hitler's gas chamber.